*claps hands together* finally off hiatus! And I need stress relief! So here ya go!

Just some sweet cuddles and domestic banter. Nothing complicated about that :)

Oh, and Future! AU

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The arms around Tord's waist tightened as Tom awoke from his slumber, a groan leaving him. Tord looked up from his phone to twist his body to his fiance.

"Good morning, Jehovah." he smiled as Tom grumbled, burying his head in Tord's back once again.

"And good night, Commie."

Tord let out a chuckle. He untangled his and Tom's legs to turn himself around, petting the man's hair as he stares out the window, taking in the sight of the light trickling out from it onto his love.

The light snores emanate to the air and dissipated, Tom's chest rising up and down as he drifted off to sleep once again. The corners of Tord's lips quirked up, a fond laugh escaping his lips.

Last night was a long one. Tord had been stuck in a long conference meeting with the leader of the White Army, finishing up the peace treaty and cementing the many compromises regarding the Red Army's revolutionary weaponry and the White Army's military strategy.

What was supposed to be a brief finalization of the treaty, ended up being an hours-long meeting, working well into the wee hours of the night.

Blanche, the leader of the White Army, kept coming up with new compromises, all in dashed hopes to keep some of the power her army previously held. Tord almost clicked his tongue at the thought. It was his army that won the war, she should be thankful that he didn't insist on conquering her army fully.

So, the entire meeting had been full of insistent compromises and firm rejections, wearying Tord the more he sat at that table, distantly thinking if it was too late to continue his assault on the White Army and dominating it fully before remembering how brutal the war was when he attempted that.

He was torn between wanting to die and killing the leader in front of him, damning the consequences. Fortunately for him, he managed to finally get Blanche to sign the treaty, declaring the two armies as allies, and the two were able to walk out of the room without one of them being declared dead.

Tom, on the other hand, spent his night working on the financial repercussions of the war. War was costly, no matter how much wealth the Red Army had steadily accumulated over the years over Tord's command. It was burdening, filling in checks and paying to bring back the Red Army's resources to their proper glory.

By the time the two went to their bed, they were immediately knocked out, leaving themselves in a tangled mess of their limbs.

Putting away his phone next to Tom's visor, Tord shuffled closer to the man he would soon marry. A feeling of love swelled inside of him, and Tord felt like he would be willing to do anything, can do everything, as long as this man wanted and remained at his side.

Hell, he'd throw his entire army without a second thought, just to chase another adventure with Tom.

Putting his head onto Tom's chest, he thanked whoever wrote the universe for granting him such a man who was willing to ride the tide with him, who loved him as much as he did, who joked and cared for him as he does.

Tord's eyelids felt heavy, and this time, Tord didn't even try to fight it. He let his eyes close, slowly drifting off to sleep while holding himself close to the one he loves.

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